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Edited by Immørtal Fulgrim: 9/11/2016 4:14:04 AM
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Prison of Exiles (RP - RoB)

[b][i]- An interlude for RoB and other realms, loosely tied to Warhammer 40k and several other themes.[/i][/b] [i] Hurtling through the aether, between the currents of space and time, soars a mighty vessel of steel and flesh, a starship of vast size and unimaginable power - The Bloodwrath. This is an ancient ship of legends, with a lengthy history that has appeared throughout time over tens of thousands of centuries. It has sailed through the warp, a gateway between stars and galaxies that does not abide by the laws of physics, and is inhabited by entities of unspeakable horror including gods of madness and chaos. The inhabitants of the ship are champions from many realms. With no memory of their arrival, they are bound together for a common cause - a cause that not even they can fathom. These are the stories of these exiles. [b]Welcome to Prison of Exiles.[/b][/i] [b][i]For New Arrivals:[/i][/b] [spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/126649858/0/0[/spoiler] [b][i]Biographies:[/i][/b] [spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/123300498/0/0[/spoiler] [b][i]Bloodwrath Information:[/i][/b] [spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/153882861/0/0[/spoiler] [b][i]Link to RoB reference:[/i][/b] [spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/120286322/0/0[/spoiler] - [b][i]The Bloodwrath will now be your home, but tread lightly, for this starship has a taste for blood, and a hunger for the souls of men to fuel it's fires of war. Consider this a warning, venturing into quarantined and off limits areas could lead to an unpleasant demise. The things that dwell in the dark are beyond you, and more insidious than you could imagine. [u]Current Happenings:[/u] - Your memories are blank as to your arrival, but there seems to be hope. Many are reporting visions brought on by depictions of an hourglass... Perhaps searching for banners, relics, books, or other items related to the hourglass could unlock the mystery of your arrival. The Rivers of Blood continue to flow. [/i][/b]

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  • Edited by Nox: 7/27/2016 1:34:05 PM
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    [i]A very heavily wounded Black Templar stumbled through the dark depths of the partially living ship, The Bloodwrath. The Templar was missing an arm, it being ripped off by a foul Heretic, and then jabbed in his left shoulder, which had pinned him to a wall. Instead of waiting to be eaten or brutally murdered, the man had torn his prosthetic Chainsword arm from his shoulder to free him, and slowly started to move. At first his steps had been certain and big, moving him forward quickly - but they had quickly been reduced to a mere stumble as he lost loads of blood from the massive wound, no matter how much he clutched it. He was gonna die - especially now that he was lost in the darkness, Daemons and Heretics all over the place - he heard them, felt their presence. After an even longer time of walking, he just.. collapsed starting to drag himself forwards. Then, he heard very quick tapping, like rapid footsteps. Something, or multiple things, was or were approaching him quickly. From the sounds he heard, he was certain they were Tyranids. Foul bugs. And so, he took his Bolter in hand after dropping the Chainsword arm, and reloaded the tool with some effort - because reloading his hard with only one hand - and aimed it in the direction of the noise. Then, he fired, the muzzle flash lighting the halls up, but the bugs were too far away - not for the bullets, however, as soon screeches and other foul noises rang out, bodies hit the floor, skidding for a bit, and leaving a trail of blood. He kept firing until he ran out, letting go of the Bolter, and taking the Chainsword arm. Then, after doing a thing or two, the Chainsword roared to life, the teeth spinning very rapidly. [/i] "Fight for the Emperor.. Live for the Emperor.." [i]He slowly pushed himself up on his elbow, sluggishly getting to his feet. Then he muttered with a hateful tone - hate for the Tyranids,[/i] "Die for the Emperor.." [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]

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